Troubled

I couldn't sleep tonight
for the terrific giraffe
coming in through the window
upsetting the acacia in its pot
and disturbing the elephants
huddled like statues in the dark

I woke from the prefab classroom
where diluvian rain roared
and threatened to bring the ceiling down

And maybe the rain did pour
and the wind did blow
and the cool giraffe
did bother me from the window

And maybe the rumble
of elephants in the darkness
did reach my anxious mind
where even Sarah's comforting hand
wasn't enough to save my sleep
from the knowledge
that the prefab is built on graves
and the slumber of the dead
is no less troubled than my own